-Bonus Chapter - Valentine's Day

(Trey's POV)

I wake up before him.

A rare thing, 'cause usually, Zay be up first, all over me before I even get a chance to fully open my eyes. But today, he's still knocked out, face half-buried in my chest, one leg slung over mine like he own me.

And he do.

I smirk to myself, rubbing my hand down his back slow, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palm. He shifts a little, pressing closer like he already sensing me moving. I keep my touch light, just enough to keep him settled, before glancing at the time. Almost ten.

Good. I still got time.

Careful not to wake him, I slide out from under him, tucking the blanket around him before heading out the room. The apartment quiet, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the heater. Everything already set up from last night-gifts sitting on the kitchen counter, balloons tied to the chairs, and a small-ass cake from his favorite bakery in the fridge.

I don't do too much when it comes to holidays, but for Zay? He get whatever he want.

I grab my phone, shooting Aliyah a quick Happy Valentine's Day text before focusing back on the plan. Reservations at one, so we got time to chill. He probably gon' wanna stay wrapped up under me all morning, though, so I ain't rushing to get him up just yet.

I hear movement from the bedroom, then a groggy, "Pa?"

I smirk, leaning against the counter. "In here, love."

Seconds later, he comes stumbling out, hair wild, face soft with sleep. He got on my hoodie-always stealing my shit-hanging off him like it's two sizes too big. He rubs his eyes before blinking at me. "Where you go?"

I nod toward the counter. "Had to get your gifts ready."

That wake his ass up real quick. His eyes brighten, lips parting as he notices the setup. "Pa..."

I smirk. "Come see."

He damn near skips over, looking at everything like a kid on Christmas. First, he snatches up the bag, pulling out the clothes I got him-some designer shit he been talking about, along with a new hoodie I know he gon' live in. Then, he moves to the smaller box, opening it to find a bracelet with his name engraved on it.

He just stares at it for a second, then looks up at me. "You really got me this?"

I chuckle, stepping closer, tilting his chin up. "You already know, pretty."

His lips twitch, like he tryna keep from smiling too hard. Then he wraps his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my chest. "I love you."

I rub his back. "Love you too."

He pulls back a little, eyes flicking up to mine. "So, where we going?"

"Lunch at one," I say, tapping his thigh. "Go get ready."

He grins, already hyped, then grabs his gifts and rushes to the bedroom. I watch him go, shaking my head. He act like I ain't gon' spoil him every damn day.

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(Zay's POV)

I look good as fuck.

Trey been staring at me since we left the house, but I ain't say nothing yet. Just let him look, let him admire his man, 'cause I know I look good.

We at a steakhouse, some bougie-ass place Trey picked, 'cause he know I like eating good. He already ordered for me-knows my order like the back of his hand-but my mind ain't even on the food right now.

My mind on him.

The way he sit back in his seat, scrolling through his phone while waiting on the food. The way his chain catch the light, drawing my eyes to his neck, to the spot I love sucking on. The way his hands flex when he grab his drink, veins popping just right.

I bite my lip.

I want him.

Bad.

I shift in my seat, pressing my knee against his under the table. He glances up at me, brow raised. "What?"

I tilt my head, giving him that look. "You look good, Pa."

His lips quirk, like he know where this going. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." I let my foot slide up his leg, watching the way his jaw flexes. "Real good."

He eyes me for a second, then leans in a little. "Behave."

I smirk. "Or what?"

He chuckles low, shaking his head. "You gon' eat your food or keep tryna seduce me?"

"Both."

That makes him laugh for real, deep and low, and damn, I love that sound. He sit back, sipping his drink, like he ain't even phased, but I see it. The way his fingers tap against the table, the way his eyes darken just a little.

Yeah. I got him.

-

We barely make it through the door before I'm on him.

Trey ain't even take his shoes off yet, and I'm already pressing against him, lips on his neck, hands tugging at his belt.

He exhales, head tilting back slightly. "Zay..."

"Shh." I kiss up his jaw, hands sliding under his shirt. "Lemme take care of you, Pa."

He chuckles, grabbing my chin to make me look at him. "You that horny?"

I pout, pressing against him more. "I been thinking about it all day."

He shakes his head, but I see the smirk forming. "You somethin' else, love."

I grin, dropping to my knees, looking up at him with nothing but hunger in my eyes. "And you love it."

His eyes darken. "Damn right."

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(Trey's POV)

Zay on his knees, looking up at me like that, eyes all big and needy, lips parted, already breathing heavy. He so pretty like this, and I can't even front, my dick already hard just from the way he been actin' all day, all that teasing at the restaurant, that foot sliding up my leg, that smirk. He know what he doin', and I'm about to make him pay for it, slow and deliberate.

I step closer, my hand resting on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, not pulling yet, just holding him steady. "You want it, pretty?" I ask, my voice low, rough, watching the way his eyes flick down to my bulge, then back up to my face, needy and desperate.

"Yeah, Pa," he breathes, his voice all shaky, his hands already reaching for my belt, fumbling with it like he can't wait. "Lemme taste you, Daddy."

That shit send a jolt straight through me, hearing him call me that, and I smirk, letting him undo my belt, my pants, pulling them down just enough to free me. My dick spring out, hard and heavy, and Zay's eyes widen, his breath hitching, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, anticipation rolling off him in waves.

"Go slow, baby," I murmur, my voice low, steady, my hand tightening in his hair, guiding him closer, watching the way he leans in, his lips brushing against the tip, soft at first, teasing. "Take your time. You know how I like it."

He nods, his breath hot against me, and then he takes me into his mouth, slow and deliberate, his lips stretching around me, his tongue swirling against the tip, wet and sloppy. Spit already dripping down his chin, and I groan, my head falling back for a second, the heat of his mouth, the way he move, driving me crazy.

"Fuck, Zay," I grunt, my hand guiding him, not pushing too hard, just enough to keep him steady, watching the way he bobs his head, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine, tears welling up as he takes more, spit dripping down his chin, onto the floor. "You so good, baby. Look at you, takin' it like that."

He moans around me, the sound vibrating against me, making my hips jerk, and I feel the spit dripping down my length, down his chin, the way he keep going, slow and steady, taking his time, savoring it. I watch him, the way his lips stretch, the way his eyes water, the way he keep moving, deliberate and focused. I feel the tension building, the heat coiling in my stomach, but I ain't ready to let go yet. Not yet.

"Slow down, baby," I murmur, my voice rough, my hand guiding him, pulling him off for a second, watching the way he gasps for air, spit dripping down his chin, his lips shiny and swollen. "You good, pretty?"

He nods, his breath shaky, his eyes half-lidded, his voice hoarse. "Yeah, Pa...I'm good. I want more."

I chuckle low, pulling him up, kissing him hard, tasting myself on his tongue, our lips clashing, spit dripping down our chins, the intensity of it driving me crazy. "You gon' get more, love," I growl, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer, grinding him against me, feeling how hard he is through his pants. "But first, I gotta get you ready."

I guide him to the bed, laying him down on his back, my hands sliding under his shirt, lifting it slow, my fingers grazing his skin, leaving trails of heat. I pull his shirt off, tossing it aside, my lips brushing against his collarbone, kissing slow, deliberate, my teeth grazing the skin, leaving marks. "You so fuckin' beautiful, Zay," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion, my hands gripping his hips, thumbs digging into the skin.

I move to his pants, undoing them slow, pulling them down, my fingers brushing against his thighs, rough and possessive. He lifts his hips to help, his breath hitching, his eyes locked on mine, needy and desperate. I pull his boxers down, leaving him completely exposed, and I take a moment to just look at him, the way his body trembles, the way his dick twitches, hard and leaking, the way his eyes beg for me.

"Turn over, baby," I command, my voice steady but rough, my hands guiding him onto his stomach, his ass arched in the air, perfect and ready. I grab the lube from the nightstand, coating my fingers generously, my eyes locked on him, watching the way he trembles, anticipation rolling off him in waves.

"Relax, pretty," I murmur, my voice low, soothing, my fingers brushing against his entrance, slow and careful, teasing at first, circling him, watching the way he tenses, then relaxes, his breath hitching. "I got you, Zay. Just breathe for me."

He nods, his breath shaky, his hands gripping the sheets, and I press one finger in, slow and steady, the stretch making him gasp, his body trembling under my touch. "Fuck, Pa..." he breathes, his voice hoarse, his hips bucking back against my finger, needy and desperate.

"You good, baby?" I ask, my voice rough, my finger stilling inside him, giving him time to adjust, watching the way he squirms, his breath hitching. "Tell me if it's too much."

"Yeah, I'm good," he breathes, his voice shaky, his hands gripping the sheets tighter. "Keep goin', Daddy...please."

I nod, my finger moving again, slow and deliberate, stretching him open, preparing him, my free hand stroking his thigh, grounding him. I add another finger after a while, my movements slow and careful, my eyes locked on his face, watching the way he moans, loud and desperate, his body trembling under my touch. "You takin' it so good, pretty," I murmur, my voice thick with praise, my fingers curling inside him, hitting that spot that makes him gasp, his hips bucking back against me. "Look at you, so fuckin' beautiful."

"Fuck, Pa..." he groans, his head falling back, his breath hitching, his body trembling, his moans loud and desperate. "I need you, Daddy...please."

I smirk, my fingers withdrawing slow, leaving him empty and aching, his breath shaky, his eyes half-lidded, needy and desperate. I coat myself with lube, my eyes locked on his, watching the way he trembles, anticipation rolling off him in waves. "You ready, pretty?" I ask, my voice low, rough, my hands gripping his hips, guiding him, positioning myself at his entrance.

"Yeah, Pa...I'm ready," he breathes, his voice hoarse, his hands gripping the sheets, his body trembling with need.

I press in slow, inch by inch, the stretch making him gasp, his body trembling under my touch, his breath hitching, loud and desperate. I move slow, deliberate, giving him time to adjust, my hands gripping his hips, steady and possessive. "Fuck, Zay," I grunt, my voice rough, my hips stilling for a moment, letting him feel every inch of me. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby. So tight."

"Pa..." he moans, his breath shaky, his hands gripping the sheets tighter, his hips bucking back against me, needy and desperate. "Fuck, Daddy...you feel so good."

I start moving, slow and steady, each thrust deliberate, deep, watching the way he moans, loud and desperate, his body trembling under my touch, sweat beading on his skin, lube slick between us. "You takin' it so good, pretty," I murmur, my voice thick with praise, my hands gripping his hips, guiding him, my thrusts slow and deep, drawing it out. "Look at you, so fuckin' beautiful, Zay."

"Fuck, Pa..." he groans, his head falling back, his breath hitching, his body trembling, his moans loud and desperate. "Harder, Daddy...please."

I smirk, picking up the pace just a little, my thrusts harder, deeper, but still slow, deliberate, watching the way he moans, loud and desperate, his body trembling under my touch, sweat dripping down his back, lube slick between us. "You want it harder, baby?" I growl, my hands tightening on his hips, my thrusts harder, deeper, but still slow, drawing it out. "You gon' take it like that, pretty?"

"Yeah, Pa...fuck, yes," he moans, his breath shaky, his hands gripping the sheets tighter, his hips bucking back against me, needy and desperate. "I can take it, Daddy...fuck, I can take it."

We keep going, slow and steady, each thrust deliberate, deep, sweat beading on our skin, lube slick between us, until I feel him tighten around me, his body trembling, his moans loud and desperate, his breath hitching. "Fuck, Pa...I'm close," he breathes, his voice shaky, his hands gripping the sheets tighter, his body trembling with need.

"Me too, baby," I grunt, my thrusts harder, deeper, but still slow, drawing it out, watching the way he moans, loud and desperate, his body trembling under my touch. "Come for me, pretty. Let me feel you."

He shudders, coming with a loud moan, his body tightening around me, pushing me over the edge, my thrusts faltering, my breath hot and ragged, my hands gripping his hips tight. We collapse together, panting, sweaty, slick, but I ain't done with him yet.

"Turn over, baby," I murmur, my voice rough, my hands guiding him onto his back, his legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. "We goin' again, pretty."

He nods, his breath shaky, his eyes half-lidded, needy and desperate. "Yeah, Pa...fuck, yes."

I enter him again, slow and steady, each thrust deliberate, deep, watching the way he moans, loud and desperate, his body trembling under my touch, sweat beading on his skin, lube slick between us. We switch positions, him on top, riding me slow and steady, his hands on my chest, his moans loud and desperate, his body trembling, sweat dripping down his back, lube slick between us.

We keep going, slow and steady, each thrust deliberate, deep, until we come again, our bodies shaking, our breaths hot and ragged, our hands gripping each other tight. I pull him close, kissing him hard, our tongues clashing, spit dripping down our chins, the intensity of it driving me crazy.

After, I carry him to the bathroom, setting him down on the edge of the tub, running the water, making sure it's warm, not too hot. I help him into the bath, washing him slow, my hands gentle, soothing, washing away the sweat, the lube, the slickness. I massage his ass, his legs, my hands firm but careful, working out the tension, the soreness, watching the way he relaxes, his eyes half-lidded, his breath slow and steady.

I change the bedding, fresh sheets, clean and soft, and carry him back to bed, laying him down, massaging him again, slow and steady, my hands gentle, soothing, watching the way he smiles, soft and content. "You good, pretty?" I ask, my voice soft, my hands still moving, grounding him.

"Yeah, Pa...I'm good," he breathes, his eyes half-lidded, his voice hoarse, his body boneless, content.

I kiss his forehead, pulling him close, holding him tight, knowing he's mine, knowing I'm his, knowing we got this, always.